I felt like the walls were closing in on me.
My shoulders felt heavy and my head ached.
It was me against the world, the world against me.
My face was red,
As all the moments I’ve dread
Have come to haunt me once more.
Where do I go? I cannot flee.
What is this voice? I cannot see.
Where am I? And who is he?
What is this thing called Anxiety?